*Please give this book a chance, I'm sure you won't be disappointed.'
Note: This is a love story
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Meera Deshmukh has everything she ever desired in life, including a successful career, a loving family, and an...
Jab se chadhi jawaaaaniii, dhoondhti dil da haani,
Mai anjaani ko yeh paani le na jaave rod...
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FLASHBACK
Things change, and time goes by. Everyone around us may not be the same as they are now. As we age, our memories also age.
I last saw that boy at the beach around ten years ago. I'm not sure who he was, but I hope he's still alive. I hope he's clinging to something that will sustain him. My life has changed, and I am now a mature young lady. My parents always tell me that I am the heir to the family money. Despite the fact that everything around me is lovely, I can't help thinking about that boy ten years later as I wander along the same beach.
It's about 6:30 p.m. when Mom calls to inform me it's time to head to the neighbouring motel where we'll spend the night. I swiftly approach her and inform her that I will be there shortly after sunset. She agrees, and I return to my original location, watching everything on my path. I enjoy watching the sun set. Throughout the day, the sky is serene. I can't stop thinking about him whenever I go to the beach. I closed my eyes for a time, recalling him. 'I hope you're all right.'
That's when someone sits near me, I remain to enjoy the breeze for a few seconds longer. They start talking before I can open my eyes and see who it is.
"Long-time no see."
I swiftly turn around to see a handsome late-teenage boy looking at me with a tiny smile. I give a modest smile, but I'm having trouble remembering who this person is. I can't believe what my brain is telling me when I look at his features.
"Are you having trouble remembering who I am, Meeru? Or should I refer to you as Sweety or Pumpkin?"
"Youuuu." ITS HIM. Oh my God, he's alive. When he says my nickname, which only he and my family know, I immediately recognize him. I embrace him enthusiastically.
"Thank God you're all right. I used to think about you all the time, wondering if you were still alive, where you lived, and how you were doing." I say it all at once, and when I realize what I'm doing, I hastily move back a foot and stare at him, mortified.
"Sorry," I say, looking at my feet.
"It's fine; I'm fine. Thank you very much. I'm doing fine." He appears to be similarly embarrassed, but he conceals it well. He seemed to be fine and even muscular when I hugged him, but his clothes scream differently. It appeared to be a little worn out, and he appeared stressed out and older than he actually was.
"You live here?" After a little pause, I shifted the subject.
"Uh... yeah." My phone started buzzing, interrupting his sentence. I excuse myself and answer the phone. My mother called me and she asks me to return to the motel where my family and I are currently residing because it is growing dark outside. That's when I saw how few people were around, and how late it was.
